Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Sam and I both grew up on opposite coasts and have a deep-rooted love of the ocean. While I much prefer the bathwatery Atlantic for swimming as opposed to the frigid Pacific, the Atlantic is more of a cheap, made-in-China knockoff version of the Pacific as far as beauty goes. Cliffs, sea lions, waves and tidepools are much more striking than....well, sand and seashells. The beaches on the northern CA coast aren't much for swimming, but we had tons of fun exploring and relaxing one afternoon during our Spring break trip.

As you'd expect, Kenyon didn't miss this chance to remove his clothes. We had the beach to ourselves, and I figured the sea anenomes wouldn't be offended (or they could avert their eyes).

The boys threw stuff...

climbed rocks...

investigated tidepools...

buried themselves in the sand...

soaked up some Vitamin D...

strolled...

and jumped.

An ideal day all around, and for the low price of some deli sandwiches picked up on the way. Beats a day at an amusement park for sure (and this concludes the neverending spring break posts, as we quickly head towards summer).

Friday, April 8, 2011

There's something about black and white pictures that help evoke a timeless feel. I know my children will someday look at friends' pictures in astonishment, thinking that color pictures weren't invented when they were growing up, but I prefer black and white to color for most pictures. Here are more images from our California trip...

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

﻿﻿﻿Heading to northern California for a week meant I would be missing out on my twice-a-week yoga routine I've come to rely on for so many reasons. It's partly because it's my only form of exercise (if you don't count the 'airplane' game with Kenyon, running in a race against Jackson and Alex down to the corner, or lugging laundry up two flights of stairs). It's partly because I go with my good friend Summer, so I get a hearty dose of friendy stuff along with the exercisey stuff. And it's partly because it forces me to set aside my everpresent and ever-increasing to-do list as soon as I step on the mat. After a good yoga class, I feel like the social, physical, and spiritual parts of my self are all fulfilled. Not bad for an hour and $12.

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natarajasana, or dancer's pose--the bane of my existence

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I took advantage of the gorgeous weather on our third day and did my standard Bikram yoga-inspired series of poses out on the expansive deck. I figured a view of the redwoods, the ocean, the dewy lawn, and blossoming garden would only enhance the feeling of serenity that yoga gives me, right?

These pictures evoke a feeling of peace........solitude...........ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Um, not so much. The picture below gives a more accurate account of the experience.

Do you see me over there, practicing my headstand while Kenyon and his cousin Celeste run around like screaming banshees? It was like doing yoga in the lovely Serengeti while a herd of rampaging rhinoceroses race by. Challenging? Yes. Peaceful? No.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

We spent Spring Break amongst the redwoods at my favorite place in the world, Plantation Tree Farm in Sonoma County, CA. The kids are fortunate enough to know it as 'Grandpa Ed's house'. 500 acres of redwoods, set up on a ridge overlooking the ocean? Yes, please! I feel a twinge of guilt when I hear that some people begrudgingly visit their in-laws in Lubbock, Duluth, or French Lick (yes, I know Larry Bird grew up there, but no, that doesn't make it any more attractive). I won the lottery with my in-laws and their location, and when I die I either want to come back as one of the cows we pass on the drive up, grazing with an ocean view and breathing in sea-salty air, or one of Ed's chickens roaming the pasture and living in his chicken coop fashioned after the Russian folktale Baba Yaga.

Now, staying in a one-room cabin with no electricity isn't everyone's idea of heaven. And there are a few occasions where I have some problems; in fact, I spent a portion of two nights' sleep in the reclined passenger seat of our rental car. More on that below. Here's a glimpse into one evening, once we finished up dinner at Ed's and head up to the cabins.

As we drive up the hill to High Trees camp, Jackson excitedly points out a rabbit zigzagging out of our way and into the brush. We head past the Eternal Campground, where earlier in the day we visited the gravemarkers of Sam's mother and my beloved Winston the weimaraner. It's raining, so Sam gets to work building a fire in the woodstove while I light a lantern and get the boys jammied and into their beds. When they were younger, we used to drag all the mattresses onto the floor and make a huge family bed (think Jesco White's version of Brad and Angie's custom 9-ft. bed). Now the older boys are in the lower bunks (keeping them on the lower bunk turned out to be Smart Parenting Move #147, since Jackson fell onto the floor twice during this trip), Sam will be up top, and I've got the enviable position of the floor mattress with Kenyon the Snuggle King.

Sam and I kiss the boys goodnight. Jackson's got his Whaley the killer whale. Alex has his 'Bobby' (blanket) and Gumball the guinea pig. Kenyon has his 'Me' (a blanket). All is right with the world, and we head out to the other cabin for a lantern-lit, brutal game of Scrabble. Admittedly, I'm no match for Sam this game--he uses all his letters twice, in two consecutive turns...and both hitting the triple-word score. 'Caribou' and 'cremates'. Sam emerges the victor this time, but that's ok--considering the ten years I've known him, I've still got way more wins.

I crawl into bed, and fall asleep, blissfully unaware of the events that will unfold later that evening. At 4:28am, I awake to hear a particular scritching, scratching, and scuttling about. I realize in horror that we are sharing our cabin with some other guests, and I don't know about you, but I'm not real keen on sharing my sleeping quarters (or any quarters, frankly) with a mouse. And there's never just one mouse, is there?

"Sam...psssssst, Sam!" I whisper urgently, because any matters beginning with an M and ending in 'ouse' definitely fall within the realm of husband duties; it may have even been part of our wedding vows. There's not a whole lot we (read: Sam) can do in the middle of the night in terms of rodent removal, so that is how I ended up in the rental car. Two nights in a row, because the 12 traps that were set didn't catch the little bugger(s). Sam, armed with steel wool and duct tape, managed to seal up every possible entryway the next day, and I returned from my rental car vacation home.

Mice aside, it was a fantastic week. Some pictures below; more to come...

my older boy (husband)

my younger boys

About Me

I'm a mother of three young boys doing my best to parent mindfully and an intellectual property attorney (www.annietunheim.com) forging a career path that is fulfilling instead of merely time-consuming. I write about our joys, struggles and hopes. And because I need some pathetic substitute for my boys' nonexistent baby albums.